Maybe normal silver bullets wouldn't work on them, not to kill them anyway. You sound knowledgable about such things. You don't have to go back to the monsters to get laid. I'd called ahead using Ramirez' cell phone.
I was the one that pushed to get you invited in. The empty hands bunched at his wrists like limp, fleshly lace. I could just tell Marks about the meeting. That isn't very flattering, Bernardo.
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